I woke up from the trance back inside the cabin.
My body trembled, as if someone had pulled me violently out of my own mind. The room spun. My legs… unsure, shaking, weak.
Cold embers sat in the fireplace.
Daylight spilled through the windows.
Silence pressed around me, too thick, too calculated.
“Dragomar!”
My voice cracked. No answer. Not even a whisper in the shadows.
Panic rose so fast I felt it in my teeth.
Had the witches trapped him?
Had the hunters found him?
Killed him?
I rushed to the door—
Blocked.
Every window is sealed by an invisible force.
Michael.
He had done this. He had kept me here—isolated, vulnerable—while going after Dragomar.
My rage exploded so suddenly I could barely see straight.
I yanked at the doorknob until my hands shook. Tears burned down my
